The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

04/15/2025 — Charlotte

I slouched deeper into the uncomfortable office chair, scrolling through what was left of the internet. Two fucking days of this babysitting gig and I was already losing my mind. The makeshift living quarters Ramona and Phoebe had thrown together for us in this corner of the Atrium was driving me crazy: three cots separated by hanging sheets, a small table with mismatched chairs, and a bathroom that was never meant for residential use. The large windows that connected to the Atrium were covered with a mix of curtains and bedsheets. The whole place felt like a haphazard attempt at privacy, a shabby imitation of a home.

“I just don’t understand why we can’t at least go to the cafeteria,” Olivia whined for what felt like the thousandth time. “It’s not like Gabriel’s going to be there at this hour.”

I heard Wendy’s exasperated sigh from behind her makeshift privacy curtain. “For God’s sake, Olivia, give it a rest.”

“I’m just saying—”

“You’re just saying the same thing you’ve been saying since yesterday,” I snapped, spinning my chair around to face them. “And the answer is still no. Nobody goes anywhere without me, and I’m not in the mood for a field trip.”

Olivia flopped dramatically onto her cot, her teal-tipped hair splaying across the pillow. “This is such bullshit. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Wendy snorted, emerging from behind her curtain with a book clutched in her hand. “Right. You didn’t do anything wrong except help Gabriel traumatize your father.”

“Oh my God, here we go again,” Olivia rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck that way.

“Besides, you’re just looking for an excuse to go find Gabriel,” Wendy said, her voice dripping with contempt.

Olivia sat bolt upright, her face flushing. “I’m not allowed to see him, remember? That’s the whole point of this stupid arrangement.” Her expression twisted with disgust at the mention of the restriction. “And like you wouldn’t jump at the chance to go running back to my dad if you could. Don’t pretend you’re any better than me.”

Wendy let out a harsh laugh. “We wouldn’t be stuck here with Charlotte if you and Gabriel hadn’t decided to plot against Cedric and break his mind.” She turned to face Olivia fully, her green eyes flashing. “How could you even do that to your own father? He’s raised you alone since your mother died, and you just, what? Decided to help Gabriel destroy him? You clearly don’t give a shit about anything except being unhappy that you’re stuck here with us.”

Olivia jumped to her feet, her small frame vibrating with anger. “That’s rich coming from you. I don’t care about my own father just as much as you don’t care about your own husband.” She jabbed a finger in Wendy’s direction. “We both know why we’re acting the way we are. We both know what’s happening to us. It doesn’t make any sense to blame me for something I can’t control any more than you can.”

“Enough!” I slammed my hand down on the desk. “I swear to God, if you two don’t shut up, I’m going to lock you both in the supply closet and tell Ramona you escaped.”

They both fell silent, glaring at each other across the room.

“Look,” I said, trying to keep my voice level, “I get it. This sucks for everyone. But Ramona put me in charge here. That means I’m stuck with you two until they figure out how to fix this mess. So can we please, for the love of all that’s holy, just get through one evening without rehashing the same argument?”

Wendy sank back onto her cot, opening her book with a sharp snap. Olivia flopped back down, turning to face the wall.

Peace at last. I turned back to the computer, knowing it wouldn’t last long. Nothing did these days. Sharing my space with Olivia was bringing back uncomfortable memories from our time with Cameron. I had almost expected, or rather hoped, that her change of owner would have made her more like herself, more human, but she was still just as obsessed with pleasing her new master. Being forced to stay away from him just made it worse, transforming her usual horrifying obedience into an unbearable whining. At least now I didn’t have to pretend I was like her...

I glanced over at my two reluctant roommates, making sure they were still sulking in their respective corners. Wendy had her nose buried in her book, while Olivia was scribbling furiously in her notebook. Perfect.

With a quick keystroke, I navigated to the secure folder Ramona and Phoebe had set up for me on Echelon’s network. My fingers flew across the keyboard, entering my 16-character password I’d memorized.

When the folder opened, I had to stop myself from reacting. Three files sat there, innocent-looking little icons that hadn’t been there during my last check four hours ago. My heart rate kicked up a notch, but I kept my face neutral, just in case either of the claimed women decided to look my way.

“Unclaim_Alpha0.1”—a tiny file, just 1.5 kilobytes. Next to it, “Deprogram_Alpha0.1”—much larger, if you could call 199 kilobytes large. And a README file. I clicked on it first, scanning the contents quickly.

Transfer both program files to the pocket VLF transmitter using the provided cable. To unclaim a woman, select the Unclaim program from the device menu, keep subject from within 1 meter, and press execute. For deprogramming, follow same procedure with Deprogram file selected. Please note that while the unclaiming program can be sent in under ten seconds, the deprogramming signal requires five hours and fifty six minutes for full transmission. DO NOT INTERRUPT TRANSMISSION UNTIL CONCLUDED ONCE INITIATED. WARNING: These are alpha versions, untested on human subjects. They should work in theory, but use only in emergency situations. We will upload improved versions after testing. Keep this for yourself. We will make an announcement soon.—R

I closed the file and casually reached into my jacket pocket, feeling for the small device Ramona had given me three days ago. I pulled it out along with the USB to micro-USB cable, keeping my movements casual as I connected it to the computer.

A window popped up showing the device as a standard flash drive. I quickly dragged both program files over, watching the progress bar fill almost instantly.